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What happened on May 28th…
The Traveler’s muffled giggles were still ringing in Tighnari’s ears as he tried to extricate himself from the pile of limbs on his bed. He and Cyno had been tossed oh-so-unceremoniously by Kaveh and the Traveler onto the bed, to the point that Tighnari’s drunken mind had a difficult time discerning where his body ended and Cyno’s began.
Cyno groaned. “I like playing games with you.”
“What does that mean? Also, move your le—not that way—move your leg this way.” Tighnari was able to pull himself out of the pile of Cyno, positioning himself astride Cyno’s sideways body.
Cyno turned his head to face Tighnari and smiled in a way that, even through the drunken haze, made Tighnari’s heart squeeze. Who would believe the General Mahamatra was capable of an expression like that?
“You’re just my favorite person. I like playing Genius Invocation with you. And I really liked that drinking game. I even liked losing.”
“Because when you lost, we kissed.”
“Yeah, I liked that part.”
He was too cute. Tighnari grabbed his shoulders and pinned him down so that Cyno was laying flat on the bed, head on the pillow, silvery-white hair fanned out around him in the faint moonlight streaming in through the gaps in the walls and ceilings. Tighnari let his weight settle atop Cyno’s lap, and felt both of them begin to awaken. He pressed down harder, and they groaned together.
There was a lingering scent of wine around them both as if it had clung to their skin and Tighnari felt like he was getting drunker by the second. He leaned forward, capturing Cyno’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucking.
“You’re mine, Cyno. No take-backs.”
“Wait, wait. We’re drunk.”
“Do you not want this?”
“I want this so bad. But we should—we should write this down somewhere. That we both wanted this. So we’re not confused in the morning.”
“Okay. In a minute.” Tighnari’s mouth made the journey from Cyno’s lips to his jaw, down his neck. There, in the hollow of his neck, Cyno smelled so good. Tighnari inhaled hard, then began to lick at Cyno’s neck. Then he began to bite, his hips rocking back and forth. Cyno’s hands moved to grab his hips, pulling him downwards until the heat and friction between them was unbearable.
Tighnari was briefly worried that he was going to, somehow, tear out the veins of Cyno’s throat. He felt animalistic, feral, like his bite would work its way through Cyno’s skin and mark him forever and maybe even end him. Everything was hot and blurry and confusing and hot and hot.
“That hurts.” Cyno muttered, and Tighnari stopped immediately, and he was glad to find that he was still in control of himself. But he couldn’t help but to admire the blooming spot on Cyno’s neck.
“Okay.” Tighnari sat up suddenly. “Okay, I need to wash up. And write this down.” He swung his leg over Cyno so he could put his feet on the floor, and they both whined as they lost each other’s body heat. Tighnari stood up on wobbly legs and pushed Cyno back down when he tried to stand.
“If we’re doing this, I need to be clean. You think about what I need to write. And don’t finish on your own.”
A few dozen minutes passed, and a freshly-cleaned Tighnari was back in the shelter, skin rubbed raw from zealous scrubbing. “You smell good.” Cyno murmured from the bed.
“What am I writing? Wait, I don't have any loose-leaf paper, just books…my journal? No, that's for research only…”
Cyno’s voice was flat. “Write on the very last page, and flip it upside down. Leave the journal in a weird place so we find it in the morning, and we can rip out the page with minimum effect on its structural integrity once we have the information we need.”
Tighnari was a little outside of his body, thinking that it was convenient that despite being drunk, they were both so rational. Surely, they’d remember everything in the morning. Were they even drunk at all?
He followed Cyno’s directions, scrawling about going out for drinks, wanting each other, and then the want overcame Tighnari. He threw the book down on the floor and rushed to the bed.
“Sorry, I need you.” Their clothes were long-since scattered around the room, and Tighnari felt so offended by the continued presence of Cyno’s shorts between them. “I’m pulling these down.”
“Please. It’s painful.” Cyno raised his hips to aid the process.
Tighnari tugged on the waistband of Cyno’s shorts, and there was a hiss as his swollen cock hit the cold air. Without even a pause to think, Tighnari’s mouth descended upon Cyno, licking up the sides, around the head, at the base, desperate and frantic and panting.
Cyno’s disheveled hair revealed that both red eyes were trained on Tighnari, barely blinking.
The scent of Cyno was making Tighnari feel almost feral again and his clouded mind imagined the two of them somehow intertwining into one being. He needed to consume all of Cyno and be consumed entirely by Cyno. Outside of himself, he wondered if this was a Valuka Shuna thing, or if he was just a freak.
Cyno’s hands made their way into Tighnari’s hair, pushing his mouth further down around his cock. “Is that okay?” He asked, and Tighnari could only moan in response. It was perfect.
“Wait, I’m going to—”
“Do it.” Is what Tighnari would have said, if his mouth were less full. Instead, he said something garbled as Cyno finished in his mouth, heat filling Tighnari’s mouth and running down his throat.
Cyno grabbed his chin, wiping at the sides of his mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“I wanted it. And we’re not done yet.”
Tighnari released himself from his pants, and moved to pull his shirt over his head, but Cyno stopped him. “It’ll be hard to put that back on. Let’s just…” With one hand, he hiked the shirt upward, exposing Tighnari’s over-sensitive skin to the air. “Take the pants off, though.” Tighnari kicked them off the bed then lowered his hips again, cock landing pathetically against Cyno’s stomach. He began to rock against the taut skin there, appreciating Cyno’s toned body in the process.
“You’re so beautiful.” Cyno’s hands were back in Tighnari’s hair, and he wanted to tell Cyno to shut up and touch him somewhere more exciting, but he was also thrilled to learn that the stoic General Mahamatra was a total sap in bed.
Still, Tighnari needed a little more excitement. He reached behind him, pressing Cyno’s cock against his ass. It would take some time for Cyno to get hard again, but Tighnari could help him along. They were both healthy and pent up.
“Touch me.” He demanded, pulling Cyno’s hand out of his hair and toward the place he needed him most. Cyno’s other hand pressed against his back, pulling Tighnari toward the headboard, and toward Cyno’s face. He propped himself up and guided Tighnari towards his mouth. He kissed the pretty pink tip, and a bead of precum landed on his lips. Tighnari had released his grip on Cyno to accommodate the new position, and he instead used his hands to pull himself upward onto his knees, giving him a better path into Cyno’s mouth. His hands tangled into Cyno’s lovely hair, pushing his face downward with a whine.
“You’re so needy.” He kissed the tip again, and Tighnari bucked against his lips, almost fucking his face into the pillow.
“Stop talking.” Tighnari grabbed himself, guiding himself into Cyno’s stupid mouth. Once positioned, he grabbed Cyno’s hair again and began moving frantically. Cyno’s hands wandered up his chest, pinching his nipples and grazing across the sensitive place under his bellybutton.
The wet warmth of Cyno’s mouth was intoxicating, and he was meeting Tighnari at every movement. His tongue moved with expert precision, circling around Tighnari with each thrust. He timed his breaths through his nose perfectly. A prodigy at fellatio. One hand drifted to Tighnari’s thigh, and his nails dug in as he sucked inward, pulling a gasp out of Tighnari.
“I’m going to—”
Cyno released him with an obscene pop. “Not yet. Turn over.” His voice was so sexy. Husky and smooth and deeper than usual and wrecked.
Tighnari’s face was pressed into the pillow in an instant, and he felt Cyno pressing down against his back. “Is this okay?” Something hot and pulsing pressed against Tighnari’s ass, and he felt Cyno spread his cheeks with the head of his cock, teasing him.
“I washed for this. It’s fine. Just please…” Tighnari felt the need to bite again, so he bit into his pillow. Then he realized he might rip the pillow, so he bit his own arm, which seemed a bit more sturdy.
Cyno began to work at him, fingers pressing inside, warming him up. Tighnari was pretty sure he felt Cyno’s tongue at one point, but his mind was growing hazier and hazier in the cloud of lust. Doing his best to maintain his grip on reality, Tighnari catalogued the sensations around him: his arm hurt a bit from his own biting. His hips were angled in such a way that he could just grind himself into the blankets on the bed. Cyno switched positions a few times, whether using his tongue or his fingers or reaching around to service Tighnari’s cock or to pump himself or to kiss the small of Tighnari’s back. He felt Cyno’s heat hit against his ass, the backs of his thighs, as he shifted around and prepared Tighnari for the pleasure that was yet to come. Then he grabbed the base of Tighnari’s tail.
Tighnari suddenly arched his back deeper, desperately seeking relief in some way. He wasn’t even sure where from: the blankets beneath him, the gorgeous man behind him, it was all blurring into a singular sensation of heady pleasure.
“Okay, the tail is good for you.”
“The base…” Tighnari gritted out.
Finally, when Tighnari truly thought he might go berserk, Cyno pulled his hips even further upward, hands making a quick caress against the tail base again. Tighnari’s cock was no longer nestled in the blankets, and he whimpered at the loss of pressure. Cyno quickly reached around to restore heat to Tighnari’s desperate extremity.
“Brace your arms, and be careful not to bend your neck in a way that will hurt you.”
“Shut up. Fuck me. Now.” Tighnari’s teeth were gritted against the pillow.
Cyno slowly pressed himself inside, and Tighnari moaned into his arm. Above and behind him, Cyno’s breathing wavered.
“Okay?”
“More.”
“Okay.” Cyno pressed his hips forward, burying himself deeper. They both took deep breaths, and Tighnari willed himself to relax. It seemed like Cyno just kept getting bigger. It was obscene. At a jolt of pain in his arm, he instead bit the pillow, not caring if it ripped. He wished Cyno had more hands. He needed hands on his cock, hands on his thighs, hands around his tail, hands on the back of his neck, hands in his hair, hands pinning him down, hands caressing him gently, hands teasing him.
As he bit his pillow, Tighnari heard a sound escape his throat that could only be described as a growl, something nearly animalistic.
He felt Cyno press fully in, thighs meeting thighs, and they both shuddered, adjusting to this new sensation. With a little more clarity, Cyno’s hands began to work at Tighnari’s front, working to arouse him and help him relax. Tighnari’s hands gripped at the pillow, and he was glad he had cut his claw-like nails before this encounter. If this pillow survived, it would be a miracle.
“Can I move?”
“You have to—oh.” Tighnari’s teeth were bared, but they opened in a gasp as he felt Cyno pull back, then push in again with a snap of his hips. Tighanri’s hips reeled forward with the force of the thrust, and he felt his back and shoulder muscles tense.
Getting fucked by the General Mahamatra, with his superhuman-like strength, probably wasn’t a great start for a beginner. But Tighnari was not a quitter.
“Did that hurt?”
“Move.”
Cyno complied, snapping his hips again and Tighnari buried his face into the pillow with another growl.
As earlier, he wished that, somehow, their two bodies could just merge into one being, one thing.
Cyno worked himself up to a steady pace, one hand stabilizing Tighnari’s hip, the other wrapped around Tighnari’s front and moving in an irresistible twisting pattern, touching everything a little and nothing too much. Tighnari pressed his shoulders down further, arching his back higher so that Cyno could press into him even harder. He felt his shirt ride up higher against his spine.
“You are the most beautiful thing in the world.”
Tighnari’s hands slipped under the pillow, pressing it further into his face. The fabric strained between his teeth. He groaned, encouraging Cyno to keep moving.
“I’ve thought about this before. You, beneath me. It’s better than I imagined. You’re better than anything I could ever imagine. You’re perfect.”
Tighnari let out a strange hissing sound between his teeth as he felt himself reaching his limit. He released the fabric from between his teeth to gasp out, “I’m so close.”
“I am, too.”
Cyno sped up, hips snapping in a way that caused shockwaves to travel up Tighnari’s spine to his shoulders. The pain didn’t register; he pushed his hips back, trying to increase the intensity, trying to blur the lines between their bodies until they merged.
With a final gasp, Tighnari finished in Cyno’s hand, thick droplets falling onto the blanket below. Cyno’s movements became erratic and, a few moments later, he pulled out and Tighnari felt hot, heavy spurts of cum across his back as Cyno, too, finished with an obscene groan.
Tighnari collapsed, stretching to alleviate the pressure on his spine. Cyno hit the bed next to him, and Tighnari turned to look at him.
“Why the fuck didn’t we do that sooner?”
“You have a really foul mouth. You know that?” Cyno moved closer to kiss him.
Between kisses, Tighnari said, “You're weirdly sweet in bed.”
“We’ve learned a lot today.”
“How scholarly of us.” Tighnari’s leg shifted into the small puddle of his cum on the bedsheet, and a shiver made its way from his tail to the tips of his ears. “I feel so good, but so gross.”
“I’ll wash the blankets while you wash yourself.”
“Deal.”
Tighnari had the presence of mind to do a few stretches to prevent future pain, then pulled his pants on again to make his way back to the bathhouse. Cyno whisked the blanket down to the river, out of sight of the rest of Gandharva Ville. Absently, he hoped no one had heard them. Tighnari had been unexpectedly loud, but they could also play off his noises as an animal. Not that Cyno would ever say that to his face, but the growls had scared him a little. Bending over, his vision swam and he realized that they had not worked off all of the alcohol. He settled on just washing the dirty spot, waving it around to dry it quickly, and took it back to Tighnari’s home.
Once Tighnari was out of the bath, Cyno departed for his own bath.
Tighnari grabbed the journal off the floor, grabbed his pen, and began to write:
“It has been resolved. I didn’t imagine I’d like being on the bottom, but Cyno seems to have a lot of experience so it was a good time. We both ended up washing up and getting dressed but we’ll deal with everything else in the morning. Glad we won’t forget.”
He laid back down in his bed, wanting to fall asleep but also needing to assure himself that it had all really happened. When Cyno pushed back the curtain and entered again, Tighnari wordlessly beckoned him toward the bed and Cyno complied, wrapping Tighnari in his arms.
“I updated the journal.” Tighnari pressed a kiss into Cyno’s neck, and was surprised when Cyno flinched. Tighnari pulled back to see the bite mark on Cyno’s neck from earlier. He winced. “Sorry. I’m not really sure what came over me.”
“Well, if we don’t see the journal, we’ll definitely know what happened when you wake up and see this.”
“Good point.” Tighnari pressed his face into Cyno’s neck. He still smelled so good. “I’m glad.”
“About what?”
“This. That we did this.”
“Good. I love you.”
Tighnari felt his ears and tail flick at the sudden confession. “I love you, too. And I’d say it with or without the wine, for your information.”
“Then say it again tomorrow, and every day after that.”
Tighnari burrowed his nose into the space under Cyno’s chin, feeling his ear press against Cyno’s nose. A laugh rumbled in Cyno’s chest and Tighnari felt it against his own chest, pressed so close together as they were.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
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